Bruce Delamitri makes movies about killers. Great movies, stylish movies. Bruce's movies are hip. Post-modern cinematic milestones, dripping with ironic juxtaposition. His killers are style icons. They walk cool; they talk cool. Getting shot by one of them would be a fashion statement.

Enter Wayne and Scout. Real killers. Appalling, demented maniacs who kill people they do not know.

Popcorn is an international success, prevailing at number one for five weeks on London's Sunday Times bestseller list. This taut and darkly funny novel also poses a serious question: In a society addicted to murder, is there anything such as a responsible person?